The next chapter won't be posted for about another week.
It's one of those rare days Blaine has the dorm room to himself and he knows it will be for a while. Kurt's in classes all day and Blaine's Intro. to Modern Architecture professor cancelled class due to his pregnant wife falling into an early labor. So Blaine takes advantage of his time. He's home for the day—he has no classes left and can enjoy his time. He lies on his bed and starts slowly caressing himself. It's been a while since he's last jerked off properly. He's so afraid of Kurt overhearing or walking in, and after the last few incidents in the bathroom, dorm restrooms and showers are totally out of the question.
His shirt's off and his pants are unbuttoned—still zipped, but unbuttoned and flared open at the top. He runs a hand over his pectoral muscles while the other rubs the crease at his thigh. He can feel himself perking up, becoming interested, but he wants this to last. He needs this to last.
He runs a hand over his nipple. Dissatisfied with his body's physical reaction he puts his hand to his mouth and licks his thumb and forefinger before returning them to his nipple, using his pointer finger to draw circles around his nipple. He shivers with sensitivity, letting out a soft groan when he finally lets the pad of his thumb harshly roll over his now hardened nipple.
When he feels his cock, still half hard, jump with interest, he slowly moves his right hand over his erection, pressing firmly.
"Ah!" He groans out, his hand slowly moving up and down his dick, which is getting harder every second.
He stays like this for a few more minutes, reveling in the feeling of his body. He thinks about what it would feel like if it were someone else's hand pressing into him. Thinks about how it would feel like with a body over him, breathing into his neck, nipping every so often and leaving marks.
He imagines Kurt doing this to him. Kissing his way down Blaine's body, spending time on his nipples before sucking a bruise into his hip.
"Fu-uuck," he grunts out, thinking how Kurt would look with his hand wrapped around Blaine's dick. He quickly unzips his pants and kicks them to the end of the bed.
"Oh fuck, Kurt. Yes." His blue briefs have a wet spot formed at the top, and it's slightly painful, the material on the sensitive head of his penis. So Blaine pulls the waist band down a bit, letting his dick pop out. He still takes his time running his fingers softly up and down his shaft. He's been going at it for nearly twenty minutes, but he has no immediate need to get off. He wants to wait longer, tease himself more, build himself up until he can't take it anymore and just comes, all over himself. All over his fist and his body.
He imagines this scenario. What it would feel like. What it will feel like once his body gives in.
When he almost can't take it anymore and he's sure his balls are purple-blue, he shucks his underwear off and tightens his grip around his cock. He gives himself a long stroke, unhappy with the friction. He grabs the lube sitting next to him on his bed and squirts a small dollop onto his fingers, rubbing them together before gripping his cock again, moaning at the cool feel and the effortless way his hand moves up and down. He throws the lube to the back corner of his bed—out of sight, out of mind.
"Mmmm," he sighs.
When he picks up speed his grunts begin to get louder, and he has to chastise himself, gripping the base of his cock, to ensure he won't get loud enough for the people in his hall to hear. He takes a deep breath to focus himself before tweaking each of his nipples. He slides that hand down to his freshly shaven balls, rolling them in his hands and applying gentle pressure, when an idea pops into his head.
He's never done this before, but he takes his lube slicked hand and presses his pointer finger to his asshole. He feels around, softly pushing at it, getting used to the idea of breaching it. He uses his other hand to stroke himself, his dick already wet with precum and lube.
"Ah, yes," he sighs. Pleasantly surprised at the buzzed feeling.
When he feels satisfied with the tender probing, he begins to push his finger in. It's weird, but not at all unpleasant. He pushes in further, slowly but with no intention of stopping until he's all the way in. When he's two knuckles deep and doesn't think he can go further he takes a calming breath and a few seconds to get used to it. He continues to lazily stroke himself, not wanting to lose any hardness. After a few long seconds and a few more deep breaths, he begins leisurely thrusting into himself. The hand that's stroking his cock grasps tighter, pulls harder, and suddenly all Blaine can think about is how hot this is—how gay this is. He has a finger in his ass and it feels good.
He thinks about how it would feel if Kurt were doing this. If this were his finger fucking Blaine, faster and faster, probing around his insides and looking to cause pleasure. Blaine gasps loudly at the thought. He has to bite his tongue to stop himself from screaming at the image that enters his head of Kurt finger fucking him while sucking his cock.
"Ah. Ah. Ah!" He grunts, fucking his finger into himself harder, jerking his cock a little faster.
He comes with a deep groan, painting his chest with come. He lets his finger slow down but he still keeps it moving, still wants it inside of him. When he's finally feeling fucked out he removes it, grabbing his old and dirty washcloth to clean himself up.
He looks at the clock and notices nearly forty minutes have gone by—a personal best. He's never had a masturbation session last this long.
He gets up to shove the dirty washcloth into the bottom of his laundry bin, along with his underwear. He grabs a new, fresh pair of briefs, puts his jeans back on, and then a t-shirt. Kurt's not due to be home for another few hours, and Blaine is absolutely starving, so he heads to the dining hall with his laptop and his Geology notebook. After he eats he heads over to the library, hoping he can get a bit more work done there than he did in the loud cafeteria. He stays there much longer than he expects to, and when he gets back to his room Kurt is already there lying on his bed with his laptop on his lap.
"Have fun today?" He smirks, looking up at Blaine with an eyebrow raised.
Blaine gingerly places his bookbag on his desk chair, taking out his laptop and placing it on his desk. He looks up at Kurt with his eyebrows furrowed, unsure of the reason behind Kurt's demeanor.
"Yeah," he answers truthfully. "I guess."
Kurt lets out a loud laugh and covers his mouth with his hand, trying to stop himself from breaking out in hysterics but unable to. "I can tell," he's able to spit out.
"Huh?" Blaine asks, utterly confused. He's standing in the middle of the room looking at Kurt in confusion. Kurt nods over towards Blaine's bed where the covers are completely pulled down to the end of the bed, and in the corner, bright as day, is a half-filled bottle of Astroglide.
"Oh my god," he mutters out, embarrassment taking over his body like a prisoner. His face turns bright red and he runs over to his bed, grabs the lube, and shoves it into his drawer as fast as humanly possible, all while listening to the soundtrack of Kurt laughing and crying and spluttering, "Oh my god, Blaine. I love you. This is great."
When Kurt finally calms down enough to look at Blaine he says, "Seriously, that made my day. Thank you." He laughs some more and wipes the tears from his cheeks. Blaine's just sitting on his bed, back to his headboard, head hunched down, shoulders drawn up, and legs crossed in front of him.
He looks up and nods, unable to look directly at Kurt, though. He's never felt so embarrassed—so ashamed. Especially of his own body. Especially because his crush found his lube and knows that he just used it today. The inner monologue that is running through his head non-stop keeps telling him to calm down. That it's normal. That everyone does it—including Kurt! That Kurt isn't being mean to him, just laughing at a funny situation.
He still can't shake how humiliated he is though. And apparently Kurt can tell, because a few seconds later he feels Kurt standing next to him and he looks up expectantly, eyes wide and a bit wet.
"Scooch over," Kurt says, pushing Blaine to the side of the bed so he can sit down next to him. Their bodies are close, and Kurt grabs Blaine's hand and interlaces their fingers. His other hand rubbing the back of Blaine's hand and running up his arm in soothing motions. "Let me tell you about the time last month when my roommate walked in on me about to jerk off. I was pants-less but with the covers pulled over my lap. And my roommate seriously didn't notice." He gives Blaine a knowing look, hand still rubbing up and down Blaine's arm. Kurt squeezes Blaine's hand in reassurance. "And I had to wait there, under my covers, for a half an hour until my oblivious roommate left to go shower before I could put my underwear back on!"
Kurt breaks out laughing, and this causes Blaine to open up and smile a bit. He looks at Kurt, cheeks still rosy red, and quietly asks, "Seriously?"
"Oh my god! Blaine! I was so mortified. I was literally just starting to jerk off and you just walk in and start talking about your day! I had no idea how you didn't notice! I can't believe I was able to grab the comforter in time before you saw anything!" They're both laughing now, dissolving into giggles.
"Feel better now?" Kurt asks in between gasps for air.
"Yeah," Blaine says, looking bashfully into Kurt's eyes. "Much better."
"Good. Because I can't go having a suddenly shy roommate."
"You know," Blaine teases, feeling his confidence come back. "You could have always just texted me, Don't come back. Jerking off. I would have given you some time."
"Oh yeah?" Kurt smiles. "I'll remember that next time."
Blaine starts giggling again, causing Kurt to let out a few chuckles. They somehow end up lower on the bed, their hands still clasped together. Blaine is now lying on his back, Kurt on his side facing Blaine. He leans his head on Blaine's chest and places his hand over Blaine's stomach.
"This feels nice," he quietly declares.
"Yeah," Blaine sighs. "It does."
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